Currently, vol. 1

(These prompts came from michmash, one of my favorite blogs)

Feeling: Tired. It was a long day at work, and I couldn’t sleep last night. It’s an odd mix with the energy I just got from going on a walk. I’m loving the non-seasonal cloudy, cool weather here!

Craving: Chocolate, always. And a day to myself.

Watching: Nothing, actually. I just finished rewatching the good episodes of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, which I adore even though Miss Fisher is one of the worst role models ever. The sets and music are just so beautiful! And soon I’ll be starting the last season of White Collar, another show I adore despite the utter lack of morality.

Listening: To Star Wars soundtracks. What gorgeous, inspiring music!

Drinking: Water.

Reading: C. S. Lewis’ Surprised by Joy. I bought it from a library sale for $1, having no idea what it was about. It’s Lewis’ autobiography, and I find it so relatable.

Planning: Tomorrow: what to write, how to finish my library book on time, and how much of other important things to try and fit in.

Making: A scrap rug and a scarf for a friend. Both projects are starting to seem never-ending.

Cooking: Ha! Does putting cheese on bread and sticking it in the oven count? Because I just did that a few hours ago.

Thinking: Hm. About how the Bible isn’t just a resource for theology, but so much more. About the joy that comes from doing things slowly. About the importance of relationships, and making time for them. About what to write!

Loving: Cool and cloudy weather! Also good food of all varieties, and the chance to talk to friends. It’s been a good day.

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Fear and Healing

It’s been a while since I posted on here last. It wasn’t just the blog; I’ve struggled to write at all these past two weeks.

I’ve been afraid.

Sometimes writing just scares the living daylight out of me! The responsibility of putting those words on paper, the temptation to take my writing in all the wrong directions, the obsession that’s waiting to pounce, the desire for perfection (compounded by the knowledge that that’s an impossibility), the pressure to be a certain something to have my writing accepted: all of it combines into one giant fear of writing, and I haven’t written much lately.

These are the times when I feel crazy for wanting to be a writer. I want to do something that I’m afraid of?!? Well, yes. Because it’s not that I want to be a writer. I am a writer. I can’t not write. Not really. I go stir-crazy, things bottling up in my head. So I’ve been going a bit stir crazy lately, in addition to everything else.

And, in the end, I gave in, in a way. I stopped writing for a few days, focused on something else entirely. This post wasn’t too hard to write, and the prospect didn’t scare me. Instead, writing it has made me feel light and whole.

Beginnings

So. The beginning of this blog. What am I doing here? I’m not entirely sure. That’s a great way to start a blog, huh? Maybe not so much.

I’m not sure what I’m doing here. I’m not sure what will go on this blog. I just want to write. Writing is my life, my passion. When I don’t write, I get grumpy and suffocated and things stop making sense. Writing is how I make sense of the world. Writing is how I make sense of my feelings. Writing isn’t a hobby for me, it’s a necessity. A need, one that runs as deep as water or food.

Writing forces me to slow down. To listen: to myself, to God. God is always right there when I write, nudging and whispering and inspiring. Writing with God is a beautiful, terrifying, wonderful thing. I never know where it’s going, where I’m going. It takes a lot of trust. It’s the most profound prayer I’ve ever experienced.

And now I want to share that. I want to write. I want to write for others. I want to be published. And I suppose this is the first step.

Join me?